"Doctor Fang, I have vegetables and white rice at home, so I only bought two roast chickens, one of which costs thirty yuan, two of which cost 70 yuan in total, and you will be retrieved thirty yuan." Ling Xiaoyan calculated the numbers very seriously and handed the thirty yuan to Fang Hong.

In fact, there was not much left in her family's food and rice.

Fang Hong put the money away and touched Ling Xiaoyan's little head with a smile: "I'll eat here at noon, I'll be here for you."

"Well, no problem!" Ling Xiaoyan seemed quite confident in cooking.

"Xiaoyan." Ling Wanfu, who was sitting on the bed, shouted at his daughter.

Ling Xiaoyan immediately looked at her father, thinking he had some instructions: "Dad..."

I just said the word "Dad", but I was stunned.

I saw that although my father was still skinny, he looked much more energetic, especially the green energy on the surface of his skin had disappeared, making him look more like a person than a ghost.

"Dad!" Ling Xiaoyan shouted, and the roast chicken bag in her hand fell from her hand. She ignored it and ran up quickly to look at her father carefully: "Dad, are you doing well? Did Dr. Fang have cured your illness?"

"Not yet, it's not that simple." Fang Hong said: "I'm just helping your father suppress the evil spirit in his body for the time being."

Ling Xiaoyan immediately turned around, hugged Fang Hong's legs, raised her face and kept begging: "Doctor, you must cure my dad. Please, if you cure my dad, I, I will marry you as a wife when I grow up!"

After all, Ling Xiaoyan is only eleven or twelve years old. Even if she is sensible, she will inevitably be a little out of tune when she is in a hurry.

Fang Hong couldn't help but feel moved.

It is not easy to move this old monster who has lived for more than 500 years and has seen all the joys and sorrows of the world.

"I promise you." Fang Hong gently stroked Ling Xiaoyan's little head: "I will definitely restore your father to health."

...

The poor child was a family, and Ling Xiaoyan, who was only 1.3 meters tall, stood on a small bench and prepared a lunch.

I cooked three plates of vegetables and a large pot of white rice.

This has almost finished all the money in this extremely poor house.

Add two roast chickens I bought and placed them on a shaky dining table.

Ling Xiaoyan first served a bowl of rice for her bedridden father, and then came out to have dinner with Fang Hong.

...

"Xiaoyan, why are you just eating white rice? Eating chicken?" Fang Hong said with concern when he saw Ling Xiaoyan eating white rice and the vegetables did not move at all.

Smelling the tempting aroma of roast chicken, Ling Xiaoyan couldn't help swallowing her saliva. But she shook her head: "No, I'll just eat."

Fang Hong picked up a big chicken leg and put it in Ling Xiaoyan's bowl, and smiled and said, "Just eat one chicken leg. Your stomach and intestines have not been stained with oil and water for too long, so you really can't eat too much meat suddenly."

"Thank you, Dr. Fang. Thank you..." Ling Xiaoyan bit her lip tightly, and finally couldn't help but shed two lines of tears and dripped into her bowl.

"Silly girl, don't cry. From now on, everything will be fine." Fang Hong comforted her.

"Yeah!" Ling Xiaoyan bit her lip and nodded vigorously.

...

It has to be said that Huang Luan's work efficiency exceeded Fang Hong's estimate.

After all, he is a boss. What the boss is best at is not doing things, but hiring people.

On the way, Huang Luan called his subordinates one by one and told them to find one thing separately and then gather at the same place.

This will naturally improve the efficiency greatly. So, under four o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Luan collected all the things listed by Fang Hong and sent them to Ling Xiaoyan's home.

What Fang Hong needed this time include: a large wooden barrel, a pound of cinnabar, a 100 kilogram of old peach wood for more than ten years, a 100 kilogram of old ginger, and a total of twenty-eight flavors of various medicinal materials.

Fang Hong checked these things one by one and nodded with satisfaction: "Well. You're doing a good job."

Huang Luan actually felt flattered and immediately said, "Dr. Fang has been awarded too much."

"Old Huang, you are responsible for decorating medicine. Xiaoyan burns ginger water, and uses peach wood to burn..." Fang Hong began to instruct the two of them to perform their duties.

He chose the piece about the thickness of his arm from the 100 kilograms of old peach wood and cut it with Ling Xiaoyan's kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife has been used for a long time and has been broken and dull, but in Fang Hong's hands, it has become a "dragon slaying knife" that cuts iron like mud. Cutting those hard old mahogany wood looks similar to cutting carrots.

Huang Luan beside him was secretly surprised to see. Although this doctor Fang had a strange temper, his "magic skills" were the same, which made people not convinced.

The wood chips kept falling to the ground, and soon a piece of peach wood in Fang Hong's hand turned into a comb-shaped object, but there were no comb teeth.

I made one piece, then made the second piece, the third piece, and finally made a total of seven pieces.

At this time, Ling Xiaoyan also boiled a large pot of old ginger water, poured it into the large wooden barrel, and then burned it until half of the large wooden barrel was filled.

"Lao Huang, go and help Lao Ling into the wooden barrel to soak ginger water." Fang Hong ordered Huang Luan.

Huang Luan was a little scared when he heard this. It was really that the green palm had left him with too much shadow, but he thought that he had to rely on Dr. Fang to help him, so he had to bite the bullet and do as he did.

Fortunately, when I lifted the quilt and saw that Xiaoyan's father's condition was better than he thought. Apart from being so thin, there was nothing else terrible.

I even wondered why Xiaoyan’s father’s skin color is not green now. Could it be that I was dazzled at that time?

At this time, Fang Hong took out the five cinnabar silver needles that were stabbed on Ling Wanfu's body one by one. As soon as the needle was taken out, Ling Wanfu felt the warm current flowing in his body disappear quickly, and at the same time, the chill suddenly arose and hit his whole body!

As soon as Huang Luan touched Ling Wanfu's skin, he immediately felt that the other person's body temperature was very low, as if he had touched a piece of ice. What's even more terrifying was that the surface of his skin was visible to the naked eye, and a strange green aura appeared on the surface of his skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, it's coming again!" Huang Luan was shocked, and realized that the reason why Ling Wanfu looked normal just now was because Fang Hong gave him a needle.

Huang Luan plucked up his courage and finally helped Ling Wanfu into the large wooden bucket containing steaming old ginger water. As soon as Ling Wanfu got into the water, he felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

"So warm and comfortable." Ling Wanfu said sincerely.

"You can soak it slowly first." Fang Hong said to Ling Wanfu: "Old ginger water can help you fight the cold in your body, and at the same time fully open the pores of the whole body to facilitate the next treatment.

After arranging Ling Wanfu's old ginger water, Fang Hong went to check how the medicinal herbs were boiled. Seeing that it was almost done, he poured all the medicine into a large bowl.

Then heat a large pot with peach wood, put a pound of cinnabar inside and stir-fry until the water of cinnabar has completely evaporated, and then pour the bowl of medicinal juice into the cinnabar and stir vigorously into a paste...

Huang Luan and Ling Xiaoyan stood beside him and watched, looking at him, and it was a stubborn Vajra. It was the first time I saw someone curing this kind of disease. If it weren't for seeing Fang Hong's ability before, I would have thought he was pretending to be a ghost. (To be continued.) h118
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